Have you seen my brother?
Have you noticed his face lately?

A face i dare not look at once more
A face i'm scared to paint

Fire from sulphur burn in those eyes
A despair for the NOW resides therein

A face which beams a longing for a brighter day
It speaks of the frustration the brain bears

An hatred for the day the fingers gave out its print
A face armed for survival- Just daily bread

I see this face daily
This pain so visible

A brother,
Now 3years with his degree
Yet his bearing hasn't found a degree

His CV on every table
Yet not one seat offered

He's been to every office
Yet he remains a stranger still

Another unlocks his shop
But the customers remain locked

Goods stacked in there
Yet not one finds it good to walk in

Hmm,
6pm the clock now ticks
But not even 6naira in his purse

Yet the kids remain restless for food
Yet the rent never goes for summer

Bills building without permission
He therefore cries "Life; so slow, Life; so hot"

His eyes therefore scorch
His brain permutates- Now really hot

All he wants is a cold life
All he dreams is a steady walk

One where cash flows like his blood
Where the Oga demolishes bills, not his house

A life where his face can be faced
again
Where 'Uche's eye' can become look-able once more

Hmm,
That's all my brother dreams
Simply all he wants

But is this too much to ask for?

What then should he do?

...SamInspires...